Bug. It's belly is red. Didn't get that pic though...
The durians were in season, so is the rambutans (were they seasonal anyway?).Personally I think progress is wiping out the traditional things that what people have been doin for generations that is unique to the locals. People used eat what is seasonal, and the atmosphere is also seasonal.
Durian seasons bring the joy of gathering at the porch, squatting while waiting for the pakar bedah to skillfully open up the thorny fruit. When the tough outer layer of the King of Fruits is opened up, there's like a glow is every durian lover's face. The orangy-yellowish-golden color of a good fruit makes their mouth water. As soon as one durian lover identifies that the fruit opened is of high quality and delicious (usually thru experience of experiments from years of durian tasting), the fruits would be snatched up within 0.002 seconds (a rough approximation, that is). That begins the indulgance of the ice-creamy texture of the infamous durian fruit. As soon as fractions of the durian fruit is completely separated and no fruit left behind, the whole process of anticipation for the highly-prized fruit starts all over again.
That, my friend, is tradition. If it's not tradition, it'll be called culture. Wutever you call it, it must stay. It should not fall victim to the ever-accelerating modernisation. Do you see people celebrating the prized-fruit in cities anymore? Or even participation by the youngsters? No. Most would just pinch their nose in complain of the unique scent of the fruit. Why would there be rejection now when the previous generations loved the fruit so much that they'll travel all the way to the orchards to buy from the orchard-ers personally? Will you see that in the next 10 years?
I'm no durian lover, but I do eat the durian when it's in season. The participation itself brings back memories of gatherings and stuff. It's the essential part of the culture that makes us unique to the region's citizens.
(Sorry for the long talk about durian but no pics on it. Dude it's snatched up as soon as it's opened!!)
The fishing pond that fell victim to the ever-spreading crust of bitumen-gravel mixture.
A family lived by the pond side. I wonder how's the compensation goin...
It rained too in the suburbs...
Durian seasons bring the joy of gathering at the porch, squatting while waiting for the pakar bedah to skillfully open up the thorny fruit. When the tough outer layer of the King of Fruits is opened up, there's like a glow is every durian lover's face. The orangy-yellowish-golden color of a good fruit makes their mouth water. As soon as one durian lover identifies that the fruit opened is of high quality and delicious (usually thru experience of experiments from years of durian tasting), the fruits would be snatched up within 0.002 seconds (a rough approximation, that is). That begins the indulgance of the ice-creamy texture of the infamous durian fruit. As soon as fractions of the durian fruit is completely separated and no fruit left behind, the whole process of anticipation for the highly-prized fruit starts all over again.
That, my friend, is tradition. If it's not tradition, it'll be called culture. Wutever you call it, it must stay. It should not fall victim to the ever-accelerating modernisation. Do you see people celebrating the prized-fruit in cities anymore? Or even participation by the youngsters? No. Most would just pinch their nose in complain of the unique scent of the fruit. Why would there be rejection now when the previous generations loved the fruit so much that they'll travel all the way to the orchards to buy from the orchard-ers personally? Will you see that in the next 10 years?
I'm no durian lover, but I do eat the durian when it's in season. The participation itself brings back memories of gatherings and stuff. It's the essential part of the culture that makes us unique to the region's citizens.
(Sorry for the long talk about durian but no pics on it. Dude it's snatched up as soon as it's opened!!)
The fishing pond that fell victim to the ever-spreading crust of bitumen-gravel mixture.A family lived by the pond side. I wonder how's the compensation goin...
It rained too in the suburbs...
Phone's wet while takin few shots that led to this one.
Bugs again. Note the details from the macro shot! I'm gettin a DSLR for sure in the future. Oh yea, notice that it lost one of it's feets as well? Well half of it if that matters...
Looks like a housefly, sounds like a housefly, but it's not a housefly! Korek? (use Lingam accent)
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Looks like a housefly, sounds like a housefly, but it's not a housefly! Korek? (use Lingam accent)Oh yea, it's hurts me when people ignore the significance of climate change on the world we're living in. The damages are so real and worsening. People can be so ignorant sometimes... Esp our nation's people. Living in denial. Sitting there waiting for the next Ice Age? The Earth will do better w/o you. Like Al Gore put it: "be part the solution, don't be the problem. If you can't be the solution, get out of the way. We're better off w/o you."
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